Author of quotes: George Sand. Page 2

If we get angry, get mad, say taunts, showering each other with abuse, hitting mirrors and wall clocks - all is still all right, it's ridiculous, but it does not mean that our hearts are full of hatred. However, if we are keeping courtesy, turn each other back, break up, after exchanging bitter and contemptuous remarks, then we disappeared and then tried to improve matters, we will experience an increasing alienation.

People tend to abuse a good attitude, they are willing to offend their loved ones, especially when confident that they will receive forgiveness and that they don't even have to ask.

Shamelessly sycophantic and obsequious as love! How easy is it to capture the heart of a young girl, eager enthusiastic praise! The phrenologists in the course of the barbarous word "probationary", or rather the other expressing the eternal human need for encouragement, for there is such a young creature who would not need affection and support. Care boy or girl, to the first love goodbye they live, not knowing who they are for fear of others, not trusting yourself. Especially insecure girls: it is necessary to look at them - and they are filled with paint. What lies behind this blush of embarrassment? The first excitement of the feelings? Not always - sometimes the feelings in them are still asleep. More often the paint of shame caused by a fear that they will misunderstand, laugh at, or pour scorn. At that time when the helpless soul joyfully welcomed by the whole world, even a hint of irony, neglect or indiscreet curiosity overshadows her, like a cloud; but love comes, with its poetic exaggeration, its passionate hyperbole - yesterday's child crosses the threshold of life.

Hope is a siren that sings wonderfully, but like a trickle of water, instantly slipping from the hands. Not a woman, and hope insidious, like a wave.

... how Italian women are Madonnas: in the hours of remorse they pray for forgiveness and when you sin, covered their face with a curtain.

The unloved are always alone in the crowd.

All we bring to love some need to dominate those whom we love, and that makes us intolerant of the slightest fault.

... I married for anyone, except you, will not work. For from now on I belong to you. This I swore before God and their own conscience and oath to this will remain true. Whether it's a year or ten years, but that day, when I'm free, you, Pierre, if only you have enough patience to wait for me until then, will find in my heart the same feelings that live in it now, when we leave you.

She was not a person, but rather a product of society, one of the coins, worn down from the constant use that already does not distinguish between image and which have only a conditional price.

It has long been observed that love throws into the arms of each other people the opposite.

- Poor people! 'said Consuelo. - If I were rich, who would have built them a house, and if I were Queen, I would have spared them from all of these taxes, monks, Jews who are pestering them!
- If you were rich, you would not have thought about it, and Rodas Queen, would take no such desires. So this is the world.
- So the world is very bad.
- Unfortunately, Yes! Without the music, carrying the soul into the world of the ideal, the person conscious of what is happening in the earthly life, they would have to kill myself.

Believe me, women are so constituted that they necessarily need to love someone more than himself: a husband - if he's worth it, and even children - in all cases.

Alas, the soul, never suffered, cannot comprehend happiness!

Faith is like love. Find her when you least expect it.